John B Tabb Inspirational Quotes (5)

Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.

In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.

And pray, who are you? Said the Violet blue To the Bee, with surprise, At his wonderful size, In her eyeglass of dew. I, madam, quoth he, Am a publican Bee, Collecting the tax Of honey and wax. Have you nothing for me?

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.